I sat in the bland room, so empty, only a bed with a few light covers and a small desk for food. The white walls surround me. I stand up and start pacing back and forth as I hear the door open. This is making me go insane I don't want to hear it anymore. Not again.
"Tyler Joseph..." I hear a voice mumble as if they are trying to figure out the proper pronunciation.
"Why don't you take a seat Tyler."
The same voice repeated. I glare back at the figure, lab coat, blue button up shirt, with a red tie to go with it. I only had on a grey long sleeve shirt which covered nearly all my tattoos along with uncomfortable jeans. This is what they make me wear. The same thing nearly every day. I reluctantly walk over to my bed and sit down staring up at the, what seems to be a doctor, as if I'm evaluating them. "So why don't you tell me about this" there was a long blank pause as he looked down at his papers his golden hair following the movement. "Joshua dun" he finished.
"For starters he's here" I growled at the man. A long sigh from the doctor followed "May I ask what he looks like" he questioned.
"His hair is short. It's wavy, with some lovely red in It" I chuckle and look next to me at Josh smiling at me, and the tone I described him in. Smiling, I continue "As always, he loves his short sleeve shirt, no design always plain" I evaluate how Josh looks describing him "Black ripped jeans, which matches his usual red nikes." I slide into the personality of Josh. "He's kind, he could never hurt a fly. Don't get me wrong here... He can get protective over friends. Still, he is one of the sweetest men I've ever met" I gave Josh a soft smile. The doctor finish writing something quickly down on his layers of paper, I sigh looking back up at the doctor. He comes up to me and stares at me, as if he's trying to see if I sill have life in this hell that they hold me in.
"Tyler. Josh is in your head." He starts to speak once more. I feel a huge circle of rage enter me "He's not real Tyler. He died several years ago." The doctor finishes. I stand up roughly and push the doctor by his neck against the wall.
"HES REAL. ITS ALL REAL. WHY WONT ANYONE LISTEN TO ME" I scream a reply out, tired of hearing the same thing every fucking day. I punch the doctor in the face, As I hear the door to the room screech open as what looks like security rush in. "JOSH IS REAL! HES HERE" I scream once more as I feel the grasp of the security pushing me back. The doctor falls to the ground gasping for air, as his once white lab coat had a small blood stain from a now broken nose. I struggle in the security's grasp trying to attack the doctor once more. I feel a pinch in my neck as I look over, seeing a women - Who doesn't look older than twenty -putting a needle into my neck. I could barely mumble a word out before I knew I was about to pass out. Everything faded as I saw Josh once again as he knocked over my small table. I watch as everyone rushes out of the room in fear as I lay on the cold ground, my vision fades. My surroundings are all black. I suppose you don't want the end of the story now do you? Wouldn't you like the beginning of it. Of course you would, Let's start there.
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I still remember. {Twenty øne piløts fanfiction)
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